preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already. If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place.

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

Foxy, you made me blow a load in my jeans.

Spread, Foxy. Show me that sweet spot.

Christ, you have a body made for sin.

You ready for this? You ready for what I__ gonna do to you?